As you begin to come out of the dreamless sleep of death... you do the most unexpectant thing, you dream, or perhaps it's a memory? You're fighting someone... the Hero? That's right; you remember now... You're the Demon Lord $(character.name), and the Hero killed you, but not permanently as the Demon Lord never truly dies by normal means. You must be reincarnating. But how did this happen? All you wanted was a world where everyone could live in peace; even if that meant you had to dominate it in order to prevent the races from fighting each other.  Is that so wrong? Weren't you fighting for the right reasons? How could such a goal earn you the moniker of Demon Lord?

But now, a thousand years have passed. Two world's have quite literally collided, and the result was the development of magitech; the combination of magic and science that propelled civilization into the future.

You've been defeated, weakened, and forgotten... but your ambition still drives you, but will you even be able to survive this new world? Let alone thrive?

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